I once told you, long ago
that if you wanted a way into my heart
there is a way you should know:
the little things are where to start

so you began, by putting me in the hot seat
asking me everything
looking through my every tweet
trying to find every "little thing"

then you started with a simple hug around the waist
if only i knew then this was just the beginning
from then on my butterflies raced
every time i looked at you i found myself grinning

you continued on with all the things i love
we made pancakes, went on walks, studied the stars
and all i could do was thank someone from above
because all of a sudden my little things became ours

~E.Y.

you said you were "never good enough for anyone"
which really annoyed me actually
because you haven't seemed to notice
how very perfect you are to me.

You are like a loaded gun
triggering butterflies in my stomach
the second you shoot your smile into the room
sending my heart into havoc.

when you look at me its worse.
your eyes puzzle me, sometimes grey, then blue
speaking things that are maybe just me fantasizing
but they look tender and caring, just like you

when you hug me is the real problem
I feel so safe and content and warm
even though my heart is racing and
the butterflies are becoming a swarm

don't ever say you "aren't good enough"
maybe you should open those beautiful eyes
and please just simply realize
you are more than good enough for me.

~E.Y.

There. I'm sorry, but I said it.
I thought I could cope with being "just a friend"
but I've fallen for you into a bottomless pit.
The bridges of my feelings were quick to mend

They came like a huge wave rushing
I didn't want them to come
those butterflies and blushing;
and my heart feeling like a drum

but when you were sitting there laughing at the tv
it was pretty irresistible. The way you looked at me.

I tried to search within your eyes
to see if it was all in my head
and to my surprise...
I don't think your feelings are dead

What the hell is going on?
I'm supposed to be over you
my head is saying its wrong.
but my heart just flew.

~E.Y.

Paper can be temporary
or permanent.
skin, however,
is only ever the latter

so i cut paper.
firstly, take a sharp pen
dripping with ink
and drag it along the creamy white sheet

slowly at first.
watch the ink mark the paper
leave the tip there for a while
watch the pool of ink gather

then let your anger out
rip into the paper
tear it, scrape it, drag it
write every emotion down

feel your emotions through the pen
not the pain
you don't need scars
to be reminded of your actions

after you're done
take the spoiled sheet
put it somewhere safe
put the pen away

next time, take the sheet and read it.
read the emotions, and remember the feeling
of pen ripping through paper.
put the blade away.

pick up your pen instead
paper can be thrown away
or it can be kept as a reminder
skin however, has not got this choice

"cut paper not skin"

~E.Y.